| Do the same thing, get the same results
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| Creeping like Batman, stronger than The Hulk
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| Running to the bank teller, dump it for the vault
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| On my town shit, Ben Affleck
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| Whole nigga cause most men just half-step
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| I ride hard motherfucka and I ain’t crash yet
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| You don’t know, or you do know
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| I’m like Mario Puzo with Cujo
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| You don’t get it? |
| I’m a prolific animal, every verse flammable
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| Weird like Murdoch, thinkin' like Hannibal
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| Man like Face but I’m wild like B. A
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| Bullets to your head when you talkin' to the D. A
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| Talking to the judge, and I be in the cab cause I think the car bugged
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| I don’t play with hard luck
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| Killing your homeboy now you call it hard love
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| Treat you like a blunt how I’m getting you sparked up
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| Nigga we don’t play! |
| We handle problems the worst way
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| We’ll get you shot stabbed robbed on your birthday
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| Nigga you ain’t got no business 'round here in the first place
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| Look at everybody chilling — well fuck that!
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| I’ma play the villain — fuck that! |
| I’m here to make a killin'
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| All money’s good money, weed and liquor stealin'
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| Small money, tall money, nigga we want it all
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| Left hand on the wheel, other hand on the draw
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| Needle icepick through your writing hand
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| Heart like a rock, hard to drop like Spider-Man
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| Park your pretty cars up, hop inside the rider-van
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| Hunt ya like Worm for a couple hundred dollar fam
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| Drive of a street lord, knowledge of a college man
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| Almighty dollars get you dead, make your momma plan
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| Nothing like the sound of dough, I’ma make the commas dance
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| Numbers jump high, numb and drunk in my drama stance
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| The no fly zone, you don’t get a city chance
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| Show up at your show, make you hoes piss your skinny pants
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| I’m with blammy so my haters can’t stand me or jam me
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| I’m running niggas over like Brandy
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| Motherfuck a Grammy, give me weed and eye candy
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| Coca-Cola daughter, pussy from a very nice family
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| Won’t last stepping in the street without the swammy
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| From Southside to Y.O., niggas die daily
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| I’m hard in the problem like algebra
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| Only use the gun if it’s a high enough caliber
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| You ain’t a Dodge car then you ain’t no Challenger
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| Play wit’cha life nigga but you ain’t no gambler
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| Die any day of the week, go get a calendar
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| Harder than Russian roulette, nigga fuck a Gillette
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| I take a gun and put a Buck to your neck
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| Or a 50 to your grill, bring the blicky to the hill
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| These young niggas is buggin', tipsy off the pills
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| I bring the fire like a motherfuckin' Bic lighter
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| Paper shredder eraser to any sick writer
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| Ghost is the Apocalypse, hole in your esophagus
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| Runnin through the shit like a motherfucking rhinoceros
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| Nasty like a hippo is, show you what a sicko is
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| Barrel to your girl clit, bitch is you ticklish?
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| You gon' fuck around and get, burned like syphilis nigga |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Don't Play, artist - Styles P. Album song Large On the Streets, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп